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[epicdogymoment]

my beautiful honse.

[general-light]

ahh lads they fucking dangled him =.=

[jerich0two]

Heard he was part of the mob in his prime...

Bonus monochrome newspapery version!

Maybe -- just maybe! -- this is my version of Overlord Angel.

[art-is-kayos]

Phone games

[dannimatic]

how long has it been

[critrolesideblog]

I've been noodling around for a while on a little fic of Yussa and Essek's first meeting, and I think it might actually be done by this WIP Wednesday! In light of this exciting development, here is a little preview...

Yussa's tower contained a number of receiving rooms for guests of varying importance. The one Sylmarr was ushered into had walls painted a shade of blue that matched the midday sky outside and high windows that opened onto balconies rarely visible from the exterior but which offered sweeping views of the city, the harbor, and the ocean. Layers of finely woven linen curtains filtered the bright Nicodranian sunlight. The furniture was made of imported, Uthodurnian maple, expensive but not ostentatious. Yussa settled into his favorite high-backed chair, upholstered in a rich turquoise velvet, by the tea table as Sylmarr paused by the window overlooking the city. When he turned back to the room, his politician's smile was gone, replaced by a thoughtful frown.

"So, do you think my Elvish is good enough to continue with this disguise?"

"Briefly, perhaps, but if you plan to spend much time in the Menagerie Coast, your accent is just strong enough to garner unwanted attention. I would recommend limiting its use to places further afield."

"Understood."

He sat gingerly on the edge of the chair opposite Yussa, as if it might grow a mouth and consume him if he got comfortable. Not an unreasonable fear, all things considered, Yussa mused as he poured the tea. One of the adventurers he traveled with centuries ago was almost consumed by such a creature… Talia? No, Talia, when he traveled with the Wandering Wyrd, was almost killed by a Gelatinous Cube. It was Tyros with the --

"You have lived in Nicodranas for some time?"

"For over two centuries. Before that I traveled. A little bird told me--" at three in the morning last night, when she could not sleep and decided to make that Yussa's problem "--you have been travelling yourself recently."

"A bit."

"With Caleb Widogast?"

"He speaks very highly of you."

"He is an impressive talent and a good ally."

"And a good friend."

"I have not known many high-born Drow to speak of friends."

"Well," Sylmarr retrieved his teacup from its saucer. "I have been called exceptional."

[warrior-of-waistbands]

been missing him lately

[scrawlingskribbles]

brain wouldn't let me know peace until I drew the dang meme for myself, so... x'3c Radlights brainrot found still perfectly alive and well at the end of 2023 lmfao, who woulda guessed it~? ✨️💙💚🧡❤️✨️

[whaleiumsharkspeare]

TFW you suddenly get an idea for the continuation of the WIP you started but then abandoned 6 years ago

[rivalkieran]

epic guitar riff

[translaytonblr]

been looking back on some of my old layton art posts and realizing like. wow. i was deep in some shit. calling my own art "content"... no wonder i dont like posting anymore i did this shit to myself

[basslinegrave]

old man acquired

[tornsurvivors]

032. a quiet hospital room . [Kyle Reese to Sarah Connor. No clue if you're still doing these. If not feel free to ignore me.]

[ this prompt. ]

'Come on, Kyle. Wake up.'

Words that never left her mouth felt like lead sinking in her stomach, and especially her heart. Because she was afraid if she said them... he wouldn't wake up at all. Then they would be nothing but sitting ducks in this hospital room. God, she always hated hospitals. The smell of it. She didn't even feel safe here... but are they safe anywhere?

'No, we're not.' She thought bitterly, jaw clenching as she tentatively reached out for the man's hand and held it tight. Waiting for a response at all. Waiting for a squeeze of his hand to let her know he's not completely comatose. Fuck, Kyle was the ONLY place she felt safe at all. Not even her parents' place could offer that comfort anymore, she was aware of that. Tears began to well in her eyes as fear crawled out of it's hole and threatened to cripple her.

That pissed her off.

Her rage flickered silently within her tired eyes, before she shut them tightly and exhaled -- dropping her head down to rest on the bed next to Kyle's arm, hand still clutching onto his.

"Damn it, Kyle... wake the fuck up. We can't stay here!" She hissed out, lifting her head again to stare at the man... despite her next breath shaking a little. The silence was broken, yielding to her justified anger. Justified, because some fucking machine was out to get her. A man-made THING that was nothing but lights and clockwork, programs... lack of humanity... was out to get her, just because of her future son.

"That thing is going to find us and we're going to be dead! You are not leaving me here alone to deal with it, get the fuck up!"

[spxnglr]

☎️ 𝙶𝙷𝙾𝚂𝚃𝙱𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁𝚂, 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙳𝙾 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃? || What kind of stand would Egon have? || 𝙰𝙽𝙾𝙽𝚈𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚂.

I don't talk about She Blinded Me With Science nearly enough so thank you anon for this special permission.

So I should probably get a commission done of this BUT his Stand is a huge Gargoyle-like creature, because of course it is. I'm not sure on the size yet but he's definitely bigger than Egon, and has huge wings which are functional. As a result of this I imagine his speed would rival that of Crazy Diamond, and he'd be able to literally carry Egon out of trouble. I imagine he'd have an autonomy of sorts, though not to the extent of Stands like Spice Girls where he's literally talking to Egon. As for damage, he can absolutely pack a punch and has deadly claws to swipe with, but he's not a one-punch-ends-all type, not at all.

Because Part 3 is one of my favourites I did want to try and incorporate the (then-canon) idea that Stands are physical manifestations of a person's Hamon, so the proton beam that he fires from the pack feeds off of this energy as opposed to anything nuclear. This beam, should it make contact with a Stand or its user as opposed to a ghost, prompts a varying type of spore, mould or fungus to grow uncontrollably from the area of impact - which Egon or the Gargoyle can immediately swoop in and collect for study. Once the specimen is in Egon's hands, it can instantly tell him EVERYTHING about a Stand - what it can do, its strengths and weaknesses. Once he knows this? He can use the info to determine how to stop a problematic Stand, how to treat someone affected by them, etc. He can even manipluate the specimen to change how a Stand works, negating the Stand's abilities completely should he work out how to do this quickly enough.

His obsession with all things mycology also ensures that his Stand automatically activates whenever he's about 30 feet or so from an undiscovered type. Y'know, because science.

As cool as this all this, there are two main weaknesses - while the Gargoyle is out, he can't use his proton beam. Thus, he's in a position of vulnerability during these points. Something that the Gargoyle's ability to fly partially negates, but still, that can be an opportunity for someone looking to take him out of a fight. The second weakness is that, as powerful as his proton beam is, it literally feeds off of his Hamon/life energy. Thus, if a Stand was able to work out how to harness this somehow, it could potentially prove fatal for Egon. Whoops.

This is what I have at the moment. As far as support Stands go, he's very powerful, but he lacks the strength of Stands like Star Platinum. That being said, Egon isn't the type to wield a damage/attack type Stand in the first place. His prowess is far more in obtaining information, while also successfully defending himself and keeping himself safe.

Let me know what you think, all?

[hermitcraft9]

to me this thing will always be mumbos most memorable base....Season 6 my shining star 🌟☹️

[buckyalpine]

40s Sergeant Barnes with a nurse and a Sergeant kink (and breeding and house wife kink, virginity loss). This was supposed to be a pure smutty drabble but then I got in my feelings and added some fluff and angst but I promise Bucky is still a dirty, nasty little fuck in this. Just with a sweeter ending. The one he deserves.

Listen just imagine what a cute, sexy menace Sergeant James Buchanan Barnes would be just waking up from an injury when his eyes flutter open to the pretty nurse he’s been eyeing from the day he started. You’re not a shy, dainty little thing, nope. Not at all.

You bark out orders like a drill Sergeant and one glare from you is all it takes to get everyone in line and on task without a second thought. Even his superiors are scared of you, biting their tongue when you stitch them up and send them on their way before running off to your next patient.

Bucky was in love.

“Well aren’t you a sight for sore eyes” he rasps, throwing you a charming smirk while you roll your eyes in response, shaking your head. "How'd I get so lucky, got a my little angel tendin' to me"

“I see your injury hasn’t stopped hurt that mouth of yours Sergeant" You quirk an eyebrow while he playfully huffs as you change the dressing covering a gash on his abdomen. You swab the area clean and he doesn't flinch even though you know it must burn like hell, his muscles tensed while he continues to watch you with heart eyes. "Now you know I'm not your little angel, I got 20 other men to fix up, you better be out of this bed as soon as you're all healed up"

“C’mon sugar, you're breakin' my heart" Bucky gives you a little pout with those perfect lips and you catch the twinkle in his eye as he looks over your form with complete admiration. He loved your sassy, take no shit attitude and it's taking everything in him to calm himself down so he doesn't get a hard on right there in front of you.

"You'd tell that to a cat with three legs if it was in a nurses outfit" You try your best to not give into his flirty comments and puppy eyes, knowing damn well he's a heart breaker but he makes it so difficult when he continues to woo you with his boyish charm.

He can't help but chase after you; catching the way your eyes always dart around with anxiety when his group returns from an operation, relief flooding them when you finally spot him. He loves your indifferent attitude, patting him down to make sure he's uninjured but your furrowed brows and the tiny pout on your lips give away that you're worried.

How can he just let you go. Every time you check over him, he needs you closer.

So much closer.

-

"Ms. y/l/n, Sergeant Barnes is requesting you in his tent, he says it's urgent"

You shake your head looking over at the time, quietly making your way over to the tent he's stationed at, thankful that a number of troops were sleeping so you wouldn't be seen as you quickly slip inside.

“And what hurts now” you sass with your hands on your hips seeing the soldier in perfect health, doing your best to assess him without letting him know.

"Always checkin' over me" Bucky chuckles, seeing what you're doing; his words making your cheeks heat up, "Knew you cared about me sugar"

"Well what am I doin' here" You give him an unconvincing huff, struggling to keep your voice steady, refusing to meet his eyes, keeping your gaze on his silver dog tags instead. It doesn't help that he's handsome as hell with a light dusting of scruff covering his cheeks. Bucky's never seen you flustered before and it evokes something in him, all the blood in his body rushing south seeing your fingers twitch.

All he wanted to do was kiss you but now-

“Help your Sergeant out doll” He whispers, taking another step forward till his chest brushes against yours, his hand coming to tilt your chin up, "Will you?"

You gasp feeling his hardness press against your thigh, your heart fluttering wildly as his thumb traces your lips, any semblance of control you had slipping away feeling the warmth of his skin.

“Y-yes Sergeant Barnes”

His lips press against yours, soft and sweet, a stark contrast to the way his body was screaming for him to pick you up and toss you onto his cot.

"Sweet like sugar" He lets his hands fall to your waist, pulling you flush against his body while your arms drape on top of his shoulders. You stand on your toes chasing more of his lips and he chuckles at the needy whine you let out when he pulls away for air.

Now let's say your first night together was actually quite tame. He kisses you again and you swoon when he repeatedly checks in with you before going any further. His hand slips under your skirt, letting his fingers toy with places no on else has touched. With each night, he needs you more and more until he can't hold off any longer and neither can you.

-

You sneak into his tent and this time he doesn't hesitate to undress you completely, not when he needs you bare with nothing separating you both. You feel your heart race as he lies on top of you, draping a thin sheet over himself when you shiver at the chill night air. You feel his body heat instantly warm you up, his heavy cock resting between your soaked folds.

"Are you sure, sugar?" He asks, his hand cupping your cheek and stroking your skin.

"Please Sergeant" You whisper and the way you say his title makes his cock twitch. There's something so different about you when you're in his bed, a sweet little bunny giving herself to him completely. It drives him feral with a need to make you feel good, make you cry for his cock and his cock only, to keep you nice and full of him.

You don't look twice at anyone else and here you are completely naked in his tent with your tight little virgin cunt, your legs spread open so he can put his dick in you; there was no way he was ever going to let you go.

"You tell me if it's too much, alright?" His lips tickle your neck as kisses your skin while rubbing his heavy cock through your folds, coating it in your slick, "Breathe for me"

He slips his tags into your mouth as he starts to press in, the initial sting making you bite down hard onto the metal feeling a mix of pleasure and pain. You whine at the way he stretches you open, your thighs squeezing around his waist, nails digging into his shoulders.

"Shhh, that's it love, doin' so good for me so good for your Sergeant, look how you're takin' all of me baby" He looks down to where you're both connected as he continues to slowly push himself in till hes fully sheathed inside you. He gives you time to adjust, slipping his tags out of your lips and letting his tongue lace with yours instead, his balls already throbbing with how tightly you were squeezing his cock.

"Please-Sergeant" your heels press into his ass desperate for him to move, gasping when he starts to slowly roll his hips, barely pulling out.

"I got you love-don't worry" Bucky moves as slowly as he could not wanting to hurt you, taking just as much care of you as you had with him countless of times.

But he can only keep up at that pace for so long. Your muffled whines and moans don't help the way his mind is already spiraling. His pretty little nurse all spread out just for him, taking his raw, bare cock in her soaking pussy, squeezing him so tight, he was only a few strokes from cumming.

If it were up to him he would've proposed on the spot, thinking about making love to you on your wedding night, seeing you all shy and sweet wrapped up in soft white lace. If you were his wife, he'd take you apart every which way, not giving a fuck about traditions, taking you right on the dining room table.

You'd be the prettiest little thing for him to come home to, such a good wife all dirty just for her husband. Only he'd know the way your mouth would slobber all over his cock like your life depended on it. The way you'd moan at the taste of his cum. Bucky's eyes rolled back at the thought of you with nothing but some heels and a string of pearls he'd put around your neck while he stuffed you with cum and emptied his balls in you.

"S-Sergeant-I-oh god" You whimpered feeling his cock grow harder, your pussy pulling him right back in, feeling the coil low in your belly pull tighter and tighter as he hit that spot.

Meanwhile Bucky's jaw clenched as he felt his balls pull tight to his body, the tip leaking steadily in your pussy. His mind spiraled into places he didn't think would exist before he met you, rogue thoughts he only entertained when he had his dick in his hand. The harder he fucked you the more he thought about how gorgeous you'd look with a swollen belly.

Fuck, imagine if he got you pregnant right then and there. That nurses uniform would no longer fit you. Everyone would know he knocked you up, your perfectly round tummy carrying Sergeant James Barnes' baby, breasts heavy with milk, God, he wasn't going to last-

“Gonna let your Sergeant pump you full of cum?” He pants, letting his hands grip onto your hips like his life depends on it, the wiry hair at the base of his cock rubbing against your clit.

“Yes!!” You sob, biting down onto his shoulder to keep your cries down while he continues to fuck you into oblivion. You don't understand how such filth can spew from that pink, pouty little mouth of his. "Please-please-need-youI-I'm gonna-"

"M'yours sweet girl, m'all yours, go on, cum for me love, cum on my cock, it's all yours" He gazed into your eyes, cooing at your parted lips and sweat slicked skin. It didn't take long for you to shatter around him his lips smashing against yours to swallow your moans.

"Want your cum Sergeant" You beg , desperate to have him claim you from the inside.

"Oh fuck baby, y-you can't say that, m-gonna, oh fuckkk" Your words throw Bucky right off the edge as he lets out a deep groan stilling his hips and shooting endless ropes of his spend into you. You both lay in comfortable silence, your fingers playing with his hair; his usual kempt brown locks now disheveled .

“Y’know m’gonna marry you” his scruffy cheek nuzzles into your neck as he continues to stay deep inside you as his cock softens, “after all this is over. Gonna put a ring on that finger”

His words send a different wave of emotions over you, feeling more safe than ever, clinging onto him as tightly as possible. You let a whimper slip out and he pulls away from your neck with an expression of concern.

“What is it love” Bucky coos, wiping away the tears that slip you, stroking your cheek while you bite back a sniffle.

“Do you mean it? After this is all over?” You weren't sure what Bucky would want-there was still a war going on. Anything could happen. Perhaps this was just to keep his bed warm. Something to keep him calm, you were just someone to-

"Of course sugar" Bucky presses a firm kiss to your forehead, silencing the thoughts that tried to run wild. "You're mine"

-

And of course he gets his happy ending. Because when it's all over, he gets the ring for the girl he loves. He's on one knee, proposing to you with the sweetest words. He treats you like a princess on your wedding night, making love all night long until the sun is up.

There isn't a surface in the house he's left untouched. Nothing makes him more feral than moaning for his pretty wife, constantly taking her hand and wrapping it around his cock, watching that diamond glint with each stroke.

It doesn't take long for you to feel a little squeamish, knowing all the tell tale signs.

The day you tell him he's going to be a dad is one of the happiest days of his life. There isn't a single night that goes by where he isn't nuzzling his face into your tummy, talking to your little one.

Everything was perfecttt.